And we: spectators, always, everywhere, looking at everything, and never from! Who’s turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we always have the look of someone going away? Just as a person on the last hill showing him or her the whole valley one last time, turns, and stops, and lingers — so we live, and are forever leaving.

Love is not to be cultivated. Love cannot be divided into divine and physical; it is only love — not that you love many or the one. That again is an absurd question to ask: ‘Do you love all?’ You know, a flower that has perfume is not concerned who comes to smell it, or who turns his back upon it. So is love. Love is not a memory. Love is not a thing of the mind or the intellect. But it comes into being naturally as compassion, when this whole problem of existence — as fear, greed, envy, depair, hope — has been understood and resolved.

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.